Anthony W. Pahl


The question is ever posed, “Why them, not me?”
Friend, there is no answer that I can easily see!
We spend sleepless nights in pain… and alone;
Seems to be no answer, so the nightmares roam.
We must try to give life purpose in all that we do
to show, by our actions, the honour they are due!

This poem was inspired by “Why Do the Good Ones Die So Young?” ©Copyright November 2004 by Kerry “Doc” Pardue and prompted the poem “God Bless the Seekers” ©Copyright November 15, 2004 by Faye Sizemore